The night was thick, as heavy as viscous ink, wrapping the entire village in a suffocating shroud.
Hé Yǔshuǐ and Wang Jianguo were huddled behind a tool shed. Their figures were concealed in the darkness, and the only sound in the cramped space was the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.
Seeing Wang Jianguo struck dumb by her questioning, unable to squeeze out a single word, Hé Yǔshuǐ raised her chin slightly. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of triumph and a great deal of resolve. She took a small step forward, closing the distance until she was nearly pressed against him, and tilted her head, staring straight at him as she continued.
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